[Verse 1] She left in a flurry, with nothin’ but spite, Took my heart, my dog... and my kitchen delight. Now I ain't cryin' ‘bout the girl or her smokin hot sister, I’m pissed cuz that bitch took my cooking oil mister!! [Verse 2] That mister was magic, like a delta blues draw, One slow squeeze? It’ coat your cast iron raw. But if you pulled quick, man—it’d shoot a fine stream, Like a grease gun full of dreams and cholesterol cream. [Chorus] I mist her so bad, yeah it cuts like a knife, That sprayer was smoother than my whole damn life. I’d trade my last dollar, my boots, my sister- To get back my girl… and that cooking oil mister! [Verse 3] She’s got my mister, my olive oil ghost, My nonstick whisper, my stovetop boast. Ain’t no Walmart brand that comes close to that feel, One squeeze, baby, would cook my whole damn meal! [Bridge] Now I’m fryin’ with butter like some kinda fool, And cleanin’ up pans with a rusty ol’ tool. They say don’t chase women, just let ‘em be, But that mister was part of my destiny. [Chorus] I mist her so bad, got that spray in my brain, My bacon don't crisp, and my eggs complain. Lord, I’ll take her back,, with all her baggage and pain If she just brings my mister down memory lane. [Outro – Spoken over slide guitar] She said, "You only want me ‘cause of that sprayer." And I said, "No baby… I want you ‘cause you knew how to use it." Hell, we both did. We misted, we twisted... We made breakfast sensual. Now it’s just dry toast and regrets. [slide guitar wails one last greasy goodbye]
